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Imperial_Mao
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Whoo, have any of you seen the trailer for this ? It's a documentary about J-swift and his problems following the demise of the "The Pharcyde".Seems as if when they found him he was homeless and addicted to crack, so they convinced hime to make a reality tv show, which from the trailer looks as if it was a little short on reality...
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exploit the addict by... giving him more drugs!!
brilliant.
All in all it seems a pretty shitty deal for J-Swift, almost as if he's being doubley exploited.
Ahh, that makes more sense. Now I really want to see this.
I know this isnt entirely true, but most people that you see on the streets are addicts.
The thing is, a lot addicts that hit rock bottom (no pun intended) and don't get back up have other problems as well. These, often times, are the more visual addicts. The bugged out crazy ones. Half the time they are already crazy and the crack just exaggerates it. Many addicts are otherwise intelligent people who are good at hiding their addiction. They hold down jobs, tach, raise children, and teach in schools , meanwhile, hitting the rock cocaine. We would all be surprised by some people we know like this.
I know because I lived on the streets, did and sold rock and dope. Most people didn't know it. I looked so young and clean, people just thought I was a school kid. We'd smoke crack on staircases, and go on crazy adventures in the hood (SFM). The night life in the mission's alleys was like the zombies and gangsters paradise. My college friends wouldn't go there in the day. I thought I was different because I'd maintain, stay clean, meet girls, get money. I was an intellectual crack smoker. A painter and a poet. I thought. I had a double life. A street life, and college friends. My college hommies had no idea i was a crack head. If you knew me you wouldn't believe it. A lot of my clients and local hoods didn't believe it either. Thought i was just one of those young, highschool punks, makin' money. I was a few years outa highschool by then.
I guess I was different. Stronger than most. Kicked all that shit with nothing but some valliums and a lot of Mary Jane. Ha ha suckas.
I had a neighbor who did rock and heroin and held down a regular job. His roommate was also on that shit and worked at a hospital. Before that, I didn't know about functional addicts. I always pictured crack heads as the sterotypical Pookie (new Jack City)types on the street. Someone I know also slanged and an award winning high school basketball coach (who I knew) and a judge were dude's clients.
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